Every repost is a repost repost. By Owl Tiem.

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The day started off like any other. Scout got out of someone's bed, took a shower with someone else, got back into someone else's bed, took another shower with another someone else, stopped by Sniper's nest, had a quickie in the kitchen, and then had breakfast.

Business as usual.

But today there was something different. Something felt off. Weird. Wrong. What was going on? What was this itching in his pants?

Scout didn't worry too much. He still remembered that "Your Body Is Going Through Changes" speech from his eighth-grade health class. Who knew how long puberty took? He couldn't grow a beard yet, anyway, so he figured he wasn't allt he way grown up. Maybe he was going through a growth spurt.

A growth spurt in his pants.

Ohhhhhh yeah.

The rest of the day seemed pretty normal, too. Running around, getting shot at, shooting at people, quickie up against the resupply cabinet, another quickie in the enemy sniper's nest, more running around, getting bent over the enemy engineer's dispenser and railed until he cried for his mommy, all the usual work-a-day world.

It was after work that things started getting weird. The itching was getting really bad, and Scout started noticing that his teammates seemed to be having the same problem. Demo and Engineer kept sneaking their hands down inside their pants, and even Pyro was doing a silly little jig when he walked.

Spy was the one who snapped first. He shoved Scout up against the wall, then twisted the boy's arm behind his back and frogmarched him down to the showers. "Zis is all your fault," he spat angrily.

"What the hell, man?" Scout was pretty used to Spy's whole BDSM thing, it wasn't bothering him. "The fuck did I do this time? Is this about me fucking the other engineer again?"

"No, you stupid little tapin!" Spy gave Scout a hard push, flattening him against the tiles of the shower. He pulled out his knife and slung it open, slicing through the fabric of Scout's pants.

"Hey, man, we had a deal, no property damage!" Scout tried to wiggle away, but Spy was looking pretty Serious Business with that butterfly knife thing, peeling Scout's pants away and cutting through the waistband of his tighty whiteys. Scout hissed in a shuddering breath as his cock was exposed to the chilly air.

Spy applied himself with diligence to Scout's pubic area. Each time Scout tried to wiggle or moan, Spy dug his fingers into the boy's hips painfully. "Shut up, you filthy child."

Scout thought he was being kind of a boner-killer, but then -

Spy straightened up and angrily held pinched fingers an inch in front of Scout's nose. "Do you see this? Do you?"

Scout tried to focus. "What the fuck, do you have FLEAS?"

"YOU GAVE US ALL CRABS, YOU WHORE!"

The next train brought an industrial-size case of Permethrin and plenty of clean towels and soap.

And then Scout learned an important lesson about being a slut.